作曲 : Sheryl Crow & Jeff Trott
 My friend the communist
 Holds meetings in his RV
 I cant afford his gas
 So Im stuck here watching TV

 I dont have digital
 I dont have diddly squat
 Its not having what you want
 Its wanting what youve got!




 Im gonna soak up the sun



 Im gonna tell everyone



 To lighten up



 Im gonna tell em that



 Ive got no one to blame



 For every time I feel lame Im looking up
 Im gonna soak up the sun
 Im gonna soak up the sun

 Ive got a crummy job
 It dont pay near enough
 To buy the things it takes
 To win me some of your love
 Every time I turn around
 Im looking up, youre looking down
 Maybe somethings wrong with you
 That makes you act the way you do
 Im gonna soak up the sun
 While its still free
 Im gonna soak up the sun
 Before I goes out on me
 Dont have no master suite
 But Im still the king of me
 You have a fancy ride, but baby
 Im the one who has the key
 Every time I turn around
 Im looking up, youre looking down
 Maybe somethings wrong with you
 That makes you act the way you do
 Maybe I am crazy too
 Got my 45 on
 So I can rock on